Two Lenses

Climbing trees was my passion, oaks with hard bark I climbed; looking below, I saw myself dangling from a rope, so different was the feeling of elation I got from being shut off all sound... mom screamed, she thought I was a crazy dope! That adventure is a memory kept by time, no longer I can easily climb another tall tree; I have the fear of falling, not being stunk by a bee, and missing all the excitement, I break down... feeling angry at myself for not trying again: it's not easy as singing a happy jumping-rhyme!